Charles Cadogan and his wife Isabella were sipping English floral tea in the living room when a scream pierced the air. They rushed upstairs to Lara's room.
The room was dimly lit. Lara sat huddled at the head of the bed, drenched in sweat, clutching the blanket and muttering over and over, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't do it, I didn't…"
Isabella gently pulled her daughter into her arms and patted her back. "What happened, darling? Don't be afraid. It was just a nightmare. Everything's going to be all right."
"I didn't mean to… I really didn't mean to…" Lara finally came to her senses. Seeing it was her mother holding her, tears streamed down her face like pearls falling off a broken string. "Mummy, it wasn't on purpose… I swear it wasn't."
Isabella had no idea what was going on. She turned and exchanged a bewildered look with her husband.
